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“hey, liz, what’s in the box?” “what’s in the box?” “what’s in the box?”

it’s my little voice of self-doubt.

“liz, ato will never put this out! you won’t be washing dishes in this town! they’ll make mud out of you! is that what you want? you’re well on your way, kid! it’s career suicide! kaput! kablooey! kablam!

let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy!

“um, ‘liz phair’?” “sorry, you’re not on the list.” “could you check it again please?” “i already checked it. please move to the back of the line.” “which list do i have to be on?” “if you have to ask, you’re not on it.” “wait… whoa! whoa, whoa!” “you’re not getting in.” “fine – f*ck you!” “have fun on land!”

let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy!

“no, i mean, jon brion’s really cool, i just think we should do something a little more ‘chicago’.” “yeah, we could give a track to itunes.” “i don’t know john mayer. i met him.”

you dummy!

let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy! let’s smoke all night, let’s smoke all night! you dummy!